James Buchanan Barnes (dzheymsbyuken) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-04-06 21:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, loki, ~bucky barnes (ws) |
Who: Bucky (WS)
Where: Somewhere in the city
What: His arrival
When: Sunday evening
Rating: High just to be safe
Open: Yes
Status: Ongoing
James Buchanan Barnes. That had been the name the target said was his. He said they'd grown up together. That they were friends. But he wasn't a friend. He was a mission. Even though he'd tried to kill Rogers, the other man had saved him. Had laid down his shield and let him pummel him. Why did he do that if they weren't friends? So he'd returned the favor. A life for a life. Obviously Rogers had thought him worth saving. Worth almost dying for. And debts must be repaid. Always. That's what ran through his head. So he'd pulled the man out of the water. Yes, he'd left him there to succumb to his injuries, but he hadn't let him drown. He'd given him a chance to be found and helped. And that made his head hurt. James Buchanan Barnes. That's not who he was. That man had his face, but that was not him. It had started things moving in his head, though. Memories coming to the surface. Why was his memory always wiped? Why was he always frozen? This time he hadn't been frozen. He'd been out of the freeze for a long time. Longer than he ever had been. Glimpses of a past long forgotten kept floating to the surface. Perhaps Rogers hadn't been wrong. Maybe he really was who the other man said he was. "No." He said out loud as he left the building. He was not this James Buchanan Barnes. He was the asset. He was Зимний Солдат. That life did not exist for him. It was a fantasy. He shook his head and just kept walking, hands shoved into his jacket pocket and head down. He'd taken all of three steps when he stopped. It was too quiet. There should be people around but there were not. He lifted his gaze enough to look down the street, his eyes darting around. The buildings were different. He wasn't in DC anymore. He then looked to the sky and froze. Water everywhere. Some kind of dome. How was any of this possible? He'd just left the Smithsonian. This wasn't possible at all. "Это не может быть происходит." He ran over to the nearest building and climbed up the wall to the roof, just staring up at the sky. |